My relationship with my classmate, M, is love-hate. We're like eight-year-olds on a playground, chasing each other and pulling each other's hair and pushing each other down until our knees are skinned, because we love each other.
He works on the same floor as I do and walked by RM's office today. Stopping, he snarked at RM, "I can't believe you have to work with her. They should have paired you with someone better."
I screamed back, "YOU LOVE ME!"
RM intervened, "All I can say is that I could certainly do without her.
Not."
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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